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Young M.a.( Young Ma )
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Out Here
Aw man, the squad is here RedLyfe Pain Gang You already know I'm happy everybody did they Chiraq Now the squad 'bout to get on this shit And straight murder everything Brooklyn style You already know nigga It's Young M.A, remember that nigga
My squad is a bunch of niggas with no manners We hold hammers Better duck when that gun flash, no cameras No jammin', my gun blammin' Your bullets flying but not landing God damnit, my hands cramping This big cannon do big damage Heat on my side, my hip tanning My nigga Danger keep the grip near him They shot my nigga like 5 times but he's still alive and he's still standing B.I.P to my big bro from 88 to 09 I swear to god it would be problems if that nigga was still alive Tell these niggas don't fuck with me I'm not in the right state of mind Put the Desert Eagle to his forehead and make the nigga have a change of mind Stop talking that tough shit cause you dyke bitches ain't bout that Heard niggas out here rattin' so I had to set up my mouse traps Blow a stack and I bounce back Hit me up for that loud pack Got shishkaberry, got cookie kush Got white widow, a whole pound of that Fuck a squad, I'm three deep You got 10 niggas that's 10 sheep Plus these pussy niggas don't want beef Cause they all chicken, 10 piece I'm in Crown Heights, I'm in Bed-Stuy I'm in Brownsville, I'm in C.I I'm in east New York where them things bump If a nigga die we don't talk, shh That's Brooklyn nigga Them TEC-9s'll cook a nigga Turn his brains into pudding nigga I'm not a killer but don't push a nigga I swear to god I will pull it nigga Middle finger to them lookin' niggas You say you got shooters on the roof Well I got shooters in the bushes nigga Never ever been a pussy type But I know a lot of pussy dykes Your shit's trash, you can't rap And the engineer should've took your mic You ain't a thug, you the mushy type Fall in love and be hooked for life You the type that'll kill your bitch If she tried to leave and get booked for life I'm really a calm nigga but the niggas round me is really rowdy I'm the type if I don't fuck with you Don't come near me, don't come around me This loud pack that we smokin' on Got the whole car lookin' really cloudy I'm riding 'round in that white Chevy but my next whip is that black Audi It's Brooklyn nigga, that's King's County Niggas hate, don't know a thing about me Only real niggas I bring around me Fuck your foriegns, I rock Jordans With a tank top and a Jesus piece That flashy shit you niggas wearing really don't mean shit to me I got young boys that'll rob you For your ACs and credit cards too With that 380 it ain't hard to So cooperate or they sparkin' you Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I was born alone, I'ma die alone Fuck friends I don't need any I love money, I get money I got money and I got plenty Mr Hayes, when they let you out I'm right there with them weapons out You a fake blood, a disloyal nigga And they gone have to bring them stretchers out Cause I'm not playing 20 shots, pussy clot to your chest nigga You killed my brother now you rest nigga Naw, fuck that, I got more to say I know these hoes ain't loyal Motherfucker I wasn't born today Fuck M.O.B, I'm M.O.E I'm just tryna grind and duck the Ds I told niggas I don't gang bang but for my bro I throw up them Bs It's Pain Gang, RedLyfe Don't fuck with them and don't fuck with me This is Brooklyn nigga, what the fuck you mean?
I was kicked out with my shit out But I been out with my pen out The paper here when I dish out I got a thick snout when that fish out I want the money, cars, got the hoes But that skrilla all on my search route No growth spurts but my money sprout Got a bad bitch with a fat ass When she twerk out that's a workout But the first scout, I done passed out With her ass out and my cash out She opened up and I splashed out I done broke the [?], bring a cask' out I'm the best in it and the last out I'm the last out and the best in it Y'all hiding niggas bring the mask out Y'all garbage niggas keep the trash out If you talkin' shit you better watch your mouth Cause your snot box will get busted out I don't talk 'bout it, I walk it out I'm 19 and my stance strong My money green and my pen lean I'm a damn fiend for this damn green Hit the damn scene with the fam, homies, and the damn team I been here and I been there Her pussy wet, no swimwear But I'm in there with my army gear Can't trust hoes, don't trust niggas Just trust yourself and your fucking figures I did this and I did that Her pussy fat, I did that and I did this And I'm all about my business And there ain't no competition, I'm vicious In the booth I put a nigga on the hit list Dear god can I get a witness? I slayed that and I slaughtered this Cause I'm a motherfucking menace nigga I'm 19, when that light green She might scream for that pipe me These light bars for that ripe cheese Homies got bars for that hype fees I got loud, come holler at me Etcetera, some OG A quick talk for that QP And I'm out the sky with a blue dream
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